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ultima mezzanotte
ha detto
quando ero si rotto a Londra
in settembre
andato
non prego per pace
passato inesorabile di thou
la gradisco
gli archi del ponticello rosso
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo

 



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